Day 12

Day 12 - Original - Lactation, Pregnancy, Sharing, Massage, and more!

Lucille watched with a sort of distant amusement as the goblins split Sir Robert's skull open. Though distant amusement was a limited, human-like explanation for the emotions she was actually turning over. She was feeling a little bit of every other emotion she should have been feeling - fear, disappointment, vindication, etc - but the prevailing note was really just amusement. The good Sir Robert had spent more than one evening around the campfire analyzing the shape of goblin skulls, denoting how one bump here or there denoted their inferiority, their stupidity, even their tendency toward servitude. He had a great deal of iration for human, elven, and dwarven skull structure - how it lead to intelligence, attractiveness, and refinement. Human most of all, of course. Sir Robert was nothing if not proud of his skeletal structure and how it promised good things for him down the line. In the end, of course, his bones had split and his skull spilled its contents onto the cave floor just the same as it would have if he were a goblin or a kobold. She hadn't seen much difference in the contents his superior cranium had encased from where she was hiding.

The ambush had caught Margot mid-cast, a stone from a sling hitting the old hag right between the eyes and making her spell fizzle before it could take shape. She was now lying equally deceased to Sir Robert not a dozen feet from him, ironic considering both how much she'd hated him and how she had apparently been so close to the secrets of eternal youth. The irony in that was just as palpable as the eventual fate of Sir Robert's grey matter. After a few hundred years of living, Lucille found she fixated more on the morbid and the gruesome. It was one of the rare sensations that could still really punch through the disaffection of her age. She wasn't immune to some guilt as she listened to Ogumwe's dying cries. He was now wounded, limping around and trying to dance away from the remaining goblins, occasionally calling out to her, trying to find her without taking his eyes off of the spear-weilding scamps that were slowly cornering him. It would have been very easy to heal him even without coming out of her hiding place, but it would only have been prolonging things. Where there were goblins, there were orcs not far behind.

He wasn't going to find her, even if he somehow fought the greenskins off. Lucille had ducked behind a rock before the fighting had truly started, running from her party as the first act upon realizing the ambush, then cloaking herself. In her own defense, she'd told them multiple times that they didn't stand a chance fighting orcs. She hadn't thought they wouldn't stand a chance fighting goblins, but these were very well-organized goblins. Definitely in , even in collaboration with their local orc superiors. Even if she'd been in the party and been healing them the whole time, it just would have given her a harder go of things. Those without the benefit of an elven lifespan learned hard lessons, and they usually only learned them too late. Really, they should have understood the benefits inherent in listening to somebody who did live forever and had seen it all before. They might have taken a more circuitous route around the goblins, for one. Nobody's brains would be spilled out on the floor right now. Though Lucille didn't exactly begrudge the scamps of ridding her one more deeply annoying party member. Hardly the first group of followers she'd outlived, though she at least hadn't hated Ogumwe the way she did the other two.

She scowled as they finally caught him. It wasn't anything particulary flashy or gory, nobody went out like that in actuality. The swashbuckler simply stumbled and fell as he was backpedaling, his luck having run out, and then one of them swung a thick club against his head. It made a sound like a melon being dropped onto stones and then the party was no more. She took a deep breath and made her peace with it. The party had been a fun experiment, at least for a time. A good way to waste a few months. When you had an unlimited lifespan, things that could fill the time and provide novel sensations were valuable. At least until they stopped bringing you joy. It wouldn't be hard for Lucille to convince herself that she had been mere days from their little eccentricities driving her up a wall and back to a monastery or the forests. It probably wouldn't even be much of a lie.

"Get their gear off them," Lucille was proven right as one of the orcs she'd been expecting came through a cave offshoot.

"Hang on, should be four of them." Another grunted as the goblins chittered among themselves.

Lucille cursed under her breath. Of course the orcs had scouted the party out before the attack. They'd probably been shadowing them ever since they got into the foothills. Ufar mountain was infamously a set of tunneling caves that ran up and down the mountain and was basically the greenskin's own little anthill. They'd known this place far better than some wayward adventuring party. Of course it wasn't going to be as simple for her as heading back to town and doing something else until she got bored again. She'd have to think of how she was going to get out of this. Even if they didn't kill her, getting beaten and stabbed didn't feel good. And knowing orcs, they'd give her a few whacks after she started playing dead for good measure.

"Can't have gone far." Another orc voice bounced off the cavern walls. "We've got all the exit tunnels watched."

Somebody with a better cloak spell probably could have walked right past them, but Lucille had only recently gotten into illusion after mastering healing magic. She didn't trust her shoddy concealment hex to hold up. She made her mind up quick on how to play it, then dropped her cloaking spell.

"Oh thank the goddess you came!" Lucille wailed, bringing her voice as high and girly as it would go, as she rushed out from her hiding place, potentially directly into the waiting arrows and slings of her enemies. If she was hit, her plan was to play dead, but they seemed too stunned to do anything, so she threw herself at the feet of the nearest orc and started kissing his boots. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

They had jumped when she emerged, now they just looked down at her in confusion. Assuming they'd ever seen an elf before, they probably hadn't seen one groveling. And what a sight she must have been down at their feet, the very picture of regal elven excellence. Her dark brown skin glowing with lustre, her kinky black hair woven with flowers and viny tendrils, her body filling out her fine dress in the way an elf was supposed to. She was perfection, of course. Perfect for what an elf was supposed to be. Including, if you knew what to look for, a complete lack of light and humanity behind the eyes. One of the goblins raised his spear to her questioningly, but the orc she had approached shooed him off.

"I thought I was going to be their captive forever!" Lucille cried, easily making herself cry, heaving her shoulders with perfectly-acted sobs. "They threatened to do such terrible things to me… did such terrible things already…"

Lucille leaned over and spat at Sir Robert's corpse. She threw a stone at Margot's body. Ogumwe was far enough away that she didn't have to swallow her pride and do anything to him.

"You wear… healer's robes." The orc observed, his brain sounding like it was overworked as it tried to make sense of the situation. "You're not… one of them?"

"Are you crazy? An elven princess teaming up willingly with vile humans like them?" She spat again. "They abducted me and forced me to heal them! I told them that asssaulting Ufar would be suicide, but they'd grown so bold in their brigandry that they didn't listen. They threatened me, forced me to come along. Said they'd torture me if I didn't. They even forced me to eat… m-m-meat-"

She made herself wretch, shaking like a leaf. Lucille was pretty consciously aware of what lies she could and couldn't get away with, assuming they really had been tailing her up the mountain. It was lucky then that she'd never had any reason or desire to show affection to any of her human companions. If the spies had gotten close enough to listen in on them, she still probably hadn't said anything nice enough to give the game away. She was also counting somewhat on them never having met an elf before, and not knowing that an elf was perfectly capable of eating anything put in front of her, even happy to do so, but she figured that the stereotype got there before the person.

"I'm sorry, but you have tresed in the bowels of Tor'Tro," The orc in front of her nudged her away from his boots. She could see him gripping his sword and trying to steel his resolve. "Our law on this is strict, whether or not you were forced. May your next blooming be more merciful than this one was."

"Wait, Elekai," One of the others hesitated. "We have need of a healer, you know this."

"The law is clear." Elekai grunted. "We shall seek the forgiveness of our sick and dying instead of the gods."

"But she is a woman of the cloth. The shaman may wish to speak with her." Lucille could see that the orc defending her was looking at her body hungrily, even as he tried to argue from a logical standpoint. "She has already broken our law for a week, allow her a day to confer with Tahiel and tend to the needy. If the gods do not approve, we can dispose of her then."

"Fine, but if Tahiel says she must go, you likely will go with her." Elekai grunted. "She has one day, Ledet, that, no excuses for her if the gods are angry."

After a moment's hesitation, the orcs helped her up. Lucille thanked each one in turn, giving Sir Robert and Margot a few parting kicks. Then she leaned on Ledet's arm as they left the cavern, and was pleased to see him fluster easily.

Lucille woke with annoyance six months into her one day of staying on Tor'Tro.

Ledet was snoring softly on his side in their bed - she forced him to sleep on his side because he'd be snoring loudly if he didn't. The air was bitter cold, and there was no insulation in the hut. It was a simple structure of sponge-like volcanic rock and a few boards mixed into the rough stone of the mountain. Even the door was a flap. It was the hardest conditions she'd lived in, and she'd lived there far longer than she intended to. The winter was promising to be rough, and it was always so damn cold in the mornings in winter.

Bracing herself, she pulled the blankets back enough to slide out of bed and immediately shivered, letting her eye twitch as she squirmed into her robes. She took enough care to not wake Ledet with the cold. Not out of any sort of love, more because she couldn't stand to speak to an orc this early on this cold of a morning. As she pulled the robe around her plump belly, she struggled to get up, feeling the strain on her back from her extra weight. The little bastards had started kicking recently, but they were mercifully quiet today.

There were aspects to this life that she didn't mind. Ledet was a kind man, and his large member currently warm and soft beneath the sheets was capable in his hands. It had been some of the better sex in her long life. Of course, all was communal in a tribe like this, so on nights where he was out to hunt or otherwise busy, she could find others, some better and some worse. But that also meant that she would come home sometimes to find Ledet in bed with another. It had surprised her how little she cared. Quite simply, she didn't love him. She didn't love anybody. This was not the result of some learned, immortal heart hardening, she had simply never felt the capability for it. One day, Ledet would die, and she would remain, as she had remained after any other lover. She would think of him at times, as well as the offspring she had carried that were likely his. But it would not change her life meaningfully. She would not miss his cooking, or his snoring, or the absolute chore that carrying orc babies had been.

She had been thinking about leaving when the seed had taken, and that had delayed her departure, certainly. Though she still had no idea how to get off the mountain. The tribe had too much need of her healing to let her walk out, and she couldn't run away from them, not in their territory. Eventually, she figured, some crusading army would storm through and purge the greenskins from their mountaintop. Then she would play the dirt-speckled, sobbing victim once more and be back in some city or another. Ufar - sorry, Tor'Tro - was simply too conveniently located and full of too many valuable minerals to sit uncontested in their hands. And hers had not been the first adventuring party to meet their end there.

As she slipped out of the tent, she found the village still mostly quiet. Lucille woke earlier than most of the orcs and went to bed later, it was one of the advantages of her race. She wouldn't miss the quiet, dull hours of the morning when she was gone. And she wouldn't miss what ed for food here. Definitely, she wouldn't miss the people. Ledet was fine enough, but the average orc was bad to spend time with, either in deep conversation or in casual. The she-orcs had looked at her scathingly for a long time after her arrival, and she had deigned to dream that that had shown some greater social structure or heirarchy that she simple wasn't privy to. But no, as the rotten teeth were healed and all grudges forgotten - as was always the case - she had found them to be just as dull as the men. The only novel experience in any of this was living this rough and carrying an orc's children. And she'd born children before, these were just rowdier and faster-growing than any previous.

Lucille made her way to the hot springs, which were liable to be empty this early in the morning. Those, at least, were nice. Though when one had nothing to do but relax, one quickly found it impossible to do so. At the very least, this early in the morning, with the air this cold, they'd be a welcome sensation. She had also started to ache terribly in the past few weeks.

To her disgust, there was a small pack of goblins at the edge of the springs as she shrugged out of her robes. They glanced her way, their beady little eyes flicking over her naked body. She had yet to get used to goblins, but she had been told to simply treat them like useful animals. They spoke a language that was untranslatable, both by the orcs and by her magic. They followed their own little machinations and schedules. If you didn't want them in a place, you went over and shooed them away without fear of reprisal. If you wanted them in a place, there was a whistle they had tried to teach her, but she couldn't manage it without the tusks. The scholars outside the mountain probably would have found this all very fascinating, assuming they weren't too busy wiping greenskin remains from their boots.

"SCROH!" One of the goblins hopped over to her, pointed at her pregnant belly just below the steaming water's surface, and loudly declared.

"Fuck off." Lucille muttered under her breath, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.

"GIDGIT!" The goblin bellowed, hopping up and down as he pointed.

"Go. Away." Lucille made a shooing motion with her hands.

The answer to whether or not a goblin understood either Orcish or Common, as best she could tell, was that it changed depending on what was least convenient to you. They could take simple commands, but often simply wouldn't. Perhaps that was just her they weren't listening to, but the orcs seemed very picky about which Goblins they did and didn't trust. The tallest of them was about hip-height for an orc, which meant they came up to the underside of Lucille's now engorged breasts. Smaller ones were perfect punting size, though Lucille rarely got the opportunity. This one, she would have loved to send flying. But that would have involved taking her throbbing lower back out of the bath, which she wouldn't do right now for anything short of an emergency.

"GREOH! GREOH!" The goblin shrieked in exactly the way you didn't want somebody to do first thing in the morning.

"Look you stinking worm-" Lucille opened her eyes and reached out for the goblin, but stopped.

The others hand ed him, and while he was pointing at her large belly, a few others seemed to be hurriedly gathering fruit and moss from around the edge of the springs. Another had grabbed a cushion from the village and was quickly rushing it back toward them. They all had a look of near-reverence.

"Oh, the orcs train you to take care of their breeding sows." Lucille snorted. "I suppose that makes sense."

A goblin just a little too large to be punted ran toward her with a large apple in his hands. She didn't know for the life of her where he'd gotten it, there wasn't a single apple tree anywhere on the mountain. Taking it in her hands, Lucille looked at it in amazement as another goblin slipped the pillow between her shoulders and the stone behind her.

"Well, thank you." Lucille grumbled. "Though forgive me if I don't eat this, I know where your hands have been, and where they haven't."

She dunked the apple into the spring and rubbed it, really thinking about it, before deciding better of it. One by one, Lucille accepted their offerings of moss, foodstuffs, shiny stones, even stray gold pieces and arrowheads they must have hidden from the orcs. She had no idea what to do with any of it, considering she wasn't hungry enough to eat something previously handled by a goblin, but she set the shiny stones and gold pieces in a nice pile within the comfort of her robe. When they goblins realized that she wasn't going to eat, or when they were out of things to offer, they huddled close to her, whispering among themselves in a way that she hoped wasn't conspiratorial. If they were just going to look at her and occasionally whisper, she had no problem with that. Being seen naked by a goblin at this point felt like being seen naked by a squirrel.

Really, her breasts were aching. Maybe it was just because they were out of the water while her belly and lower back weren't, but they'd swollen a lot in the past few days, especially her nipples. Looking down at herself, they practically dangled to either side of her bump belly, hanging heavily in a way that made it a nuisance to dress, a nuisance to lay down, a nuisance to walk… Really, pregnancy was a series of minor inconveniences that slowly became major ones, she was happy that this was apparently going to be a quick pregnancy.

One of the goblins suddenly had his hands on her, and Lucille nearly fried him on instinct. But he was slowly rubbing her neck with surprisingly deft hands. She relaxed just enough for another one to feel safe to approach her, who started rubbing her shoulders.

"Fine, you may continue." Lucille sighed. "I'm already in the bath, so I can wash myself when you're done."

She raised her arms and let the goblins rub up and down her biceps lovingly. With no idea of how long a goblin's lifespan was, she had no idea if these were specially trained or if their species was just naturally good at being animals. Either way, Lucille gradually relaxed. In fact, she relaxed so much that she didn't almost instantly destroy one of them when she felt his hands on her breast.

Opening her eyes, Lucille looked down to watch the particularly bold goblin at work. He didn't look sheepish or guilty, like he was doing something he wasn't supposed to. In fact, a second later, another ed him on the other breast. Lucille rolled her eyes and let them have their fun. Their hands were just as skilled there as anywhere, after all. Though she would draw the line at them actually reaching below her waist. She might have to scorch one to prove her point there, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. As the goblin's skilled fingers worked down her breast, Lucille let out a soft gasp. A small spray of white droplets came leaking from her swollen black nipple into the water.

"SCROH!" Somebody hollered from far too close to her.

"Do this without-" Lucille's eyes went wide and her hands made fists below the water.

One of the goblins had latched his mouth onto her nipple, and another ed on the other teat a second later. Their mouths suckled and latched on, sharp little tongues flicking eagerly and tiny dagger teeth just barely grazing the skin now and then. A surge hit her legs like she was overheating, her groin suddenly heavy with warmth and tension. She could feel them physically suckling the milk out of her like babies, but their mouths were moving with far more intent, much more active desire to please her, if only because it would make the milk come out faster. All the other goblins but one moved to massage her breasts instead, and suddenly there were a handful of goblins to etiher side of her, their tiny green hands sinking and sometime vanishing into swollen brown flesh. Kneading and rubbing and squeezing and stroking. A total concert of sensation punctuated by the forceful pull at each end. For her heavy, sore breasts, it was heavenly. The relief alone was enough to be pleasurable, but there was plenty of pleasure down there as well.

"Slow!" Lucille yelped. "Don't try to just-"

Her vision went white and she let out a cracking, surprised cry. Lucille's hands clutched at her belly almost protectively as her orgasm came hot and fast. Suddenly her whole body was burning like the half below the springs, which felt weightless and full of light. It was a wonderful, full-body relief from the aches and the stress. As pleasure rolled through her, she found herself rocking her hips in the springs. With how her pregnancy had changed her desires, she knew fully well that this was just going to whet her appetite. Still, this was more than welcome.

As she finally came down, Lucille found herself panting and whimpering. Milk was still coming from her breasts, and it was surreal to her how the sensation could still be so focused and wonderful there. She had expected the overstimulated feeling that came just after a climax, but she had also never cum from her nipples before. There was no cooldown, she just wanted more.

As she opened her eyes, Lucille noticed that the goblin who hadn't moved to her breasts had stopped rubbing her shoulders and was now standing beside her. His loincloth was off and a small green cock was bouncing in her face. Small was relative to the orcs, of course. It wasn't bad by any means, especially considering he was barely three feet tall at tallest. The audacity of it should have made her evaporate him right away. But Lucille looked at him, looked down at his cock, and raised a bored eyebrow.

"Fine," She raised her hand up and wrapped her palm around his length. "Just don't even think about me putting my mouth on it."

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